THE AMERICAN SOCIETY OF DOWSERS

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VOLUME 51, NO. 2-3 – SPRING/SUMMER 2011-2012

THE LOST WALLET

By Rachel Ferrell

I got off from work early and planned to meet my friend to do some shopping at a local department store, then go out for dinner. That February night was bitter cold; so, after dinner, we drove back to my car which I left in the department store’s parking lot. I jumped out of her car to start mine, then back into hers to stay warm while waiting for mine to warm up.

The next day, after I left my house, I realized that my wallet was missing. I was sure I’d put it into my coat pocket the night before, but it wasn’t there. I searched everywhere, then I tried to dowse for it. Because I had a strong attachment to the object and I was so sure that I’d put it into my pocket, I thought I was influencing the pendulum to give me incorrect answers. I proceeded to return home and search everywhere, to no avail. Next, I went to my friend’s house, where I searched her car, her front yard, and even her house. My parents searched for it, too. I became convinced that it had fallen from my pocket between jumping in and out of our cars at the store’s parking lot.

Frustrated, I racked my brain for a solution, and that’s when I thought about calling Louis to ask him to dowse for me. We asked if it fell out of my pocket–no; then if it was in the parking lot–no; then if someone had turned it in at the department store–again a no.

“Where was the last place you remember having it?” Louis asked me.

“At the restaurant,” I replied.

He continued dowsing and told me that his dowsing indicated I had left it at the restaurant when I paid.

 “Did you sit at a table or a booth?” he asked. 

I told him that it was a booth, and he said I needed to go back there to look because he was getting, it had fallen down into the booth.

“Is there something green there?” he asked.

“Well, I remember that the booth itself was red.” I told him.

I returned to the restaurant and, after explaining to the hostess that I’d lost my wallet, asked if I could search around the booth where we’d had dinner. Luckily no one was sitting there. I looked all around but didn’t see it, then noticed that the booth bench was about three inches out from the wall. I leaned in but couldn’t see anything in the dark space, so I kneeled on the floor and tried to fit my arm into the crack along the wall. I couldn’t get in very far and only retrieved an old receipt.

By this time, the restaurant staff and a few customers were very curious about my odd behavior, but I believed in Louis and wasn’t leaving without turning every stone! I looked back as far as I could into the crack and thought I could faintly see something back in the corner. I asked for a broom so I could reach all the way in and scoot out whatever was there, and the hostess told me that she could actually move the booth bench out.

When she did, my wallet appeared in the far depths of the corner. The hostess looked surprised, but I wasn’t because I had fully expected to find it there based on Louis’ dowsing. And it turned out that the wall and floor where the wallet had dropped were both green!

It would have lain there for years if I hadn’t had an unbiased dowser’s help. Thank you, Louis.

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